Chapter 8

Arthur's POV

"No" he murmured. "How could I have ever let this happen." He sobbed suddenly, tears appearing from nowhere.

The blood gushed from the wounds he was creating in his room, mixing with the flood of tears. Arthur's one hope and one lifeline had fallen all because of him. He thought he was the problem. Arthur felt the knife dig into the hot wound. It didn't feel good, but this wasn't meant to. It was meant to distract him, maybe even punish him for having said the things he did.

Either way, Arthur knew that tonight if he went too far he wouldn't mind.

Alfred wouldn't either

He kept slashing to the sound of music in the background, moving hurriedly with the blade. He felt rhythmic and beautiful as the blood poured, oozing and burning whatever it touched. Suddenly, he felt himself grow cold as he hit something he's never touched before. Blood started flowing rapidly from his wrist and slowly, ever so slowly, Arthur felt himself melt with the red.

Alfred's POV

After I left, I felt horrible. I cried my eyes out, sitting at a McDonalds right by the subway station that would take me home. I knew I couldn't leave Arthur like this. I wouldn't be able to even look at myself if I knew that I really was his problem. If I went home tonight, I know I would go too far.

So, I started to head back, something in my mind told me to hurry. When I reached the house, I noticed the front door was unlocked, no one was home from what it looked like in the driveway, but even from outside the house I could hear the blaring music. I ran upstairs following the music to Arthur's room. The door was locked and something didn't feel right. I felt a wave of paranoia wash over me as I kicked down the door in instinct.

"Alfred?" There was Arthur, sitting in a pool of blood, his body limp.

"Arthur, my Arthur, my Angel. Please, don't do this. Stay with me." I picked him up in my arms, he smiled at me as I felt tears pour down my cheeks.

"Alfred…Yo-You're not my problem, and you've never been." His hand, which was reaching up against my face, went lifeless suddenly and I was forced to call an ambulance.

"Sir! Sir! You need to let go of him!" They yelled at me, outstretching their arms. To entrust my Arthur to them felt like I was placing him in death already. Still, I handed him over, knowing that it at least gave him a chance.

"He's lost too much blood!" a nurse yelled when we got to the ER.

"Hurry," I said falling to my knees.

Arthur…

"Alfred?" He looked up at me from the hospital bed.

"Arthur" I sobbed into his shoulder, trying to be as delicate as I could.

"Alfred, why…why am I here."

"You tried to kill yourself, why, why Arthur!"

"I thought you hated me…" He murmured, looking up at me with his beautiful, electric green eyes. They captivated me through the tears. The fact that he even thought I could hate him sent me crying even further.

"I could never in a million years hate you, Arthur. I love you. I would never ever even think to-nnh" before I could finish, I felt his lips being pushed delicately to mine. It was euphoria, a sense of bliss I could've never imagined in my lifetime.

"You love me?" He said when we finally parted. I caught my breath, as I remembered to breathe again so I could reply.

"It's taken me a while to realize, but yes, I do. I always have. You are my world and to think you could've been taken away from me…I would've joined you in whatever afterlife the ground saw fit." I whispered the last part, bringing my head to his lap.

"Alfred you would never…" He was cut off by a small, balding man that walked into the room. He held a clipboard and looked friendly, but permanently tired with bags under his eyes that would never go away. He didn't look up at first, giving me a moment to remove myself from Arthur.

"So Mr. Arthur Kirkland. May I please speak with you alone?" He was blunt, to the point, but still kind in tone.

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of him. It's okay." Arthur flashed a small smile, trying to make himself look as sane as possible. I grabbed his hand under the sheets of the bed, trying to calm both of us.

"Well you took quite a dive. We were all very scared for you and I believe your family was as well."

"I'm aware." Arthur gained the look of a monarch, a president, a ruler of any sort that was staring across at a peasant. He knew what was coming, and I could see the expression of preparation in his eyes.

"Then you're aware of what you did?"

"Yes, I am." The psychiatrist looked surprised for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing.

"Arthur, I want to know why you did that."

"I want to know why I ended up here that way the next time I do it, I can keep this from happening again." My hand tensed in his immediately at the thought of my angel doing this again. I knew it was unavoidable. I know how you get sucked in to it. Still, Arthur did not break concentration, hitting every beat.

"If you aren't willing to share then may I suggest you go to a place where you learn to?"

"A mental hospital?"

"A rehabilitation center more or less. It's calming. It will help you overcome your problems. Your family has already agreed to send you."

"I don't want to go. I don't want to leave." His resolve broke, dire terror coming across his face.

"I think I speak for all of those who care about you when I say it is for the best that you go there." The man stayed calm, seeming even more so now that Arthur was acting like a typical patient.

"But you don't care about me. You're some dumb arse that my family paid." Arthur moved himself closer to me.

"I'm here to help."

"Alfred, tell him I won't go." He looked up at me, making me want to smile and cuddle him against me. I know, I know, now is not the time for my emotions is it?

"Sweetheart." I bent down and placed a kiss to his forehead, much to the surprise of both Arthur and the psychiatrist. "I promise I won't leave your side okay? Just do as he says." Arthur blushed, but looked back up to the man, regaining his resolve.

"Fine, I'll go." With that, the man smiled, nodded and walked out of the room. I followed him.

"You said you wouldn't go!" Arthur whined.

"I'll be right back. I just need to go use the restroom."

I lied…